Dangerous Territory

Summer is always hot in Memphis, but not nearly as hot as what I was seeing. A young man, about 25 was mowing my grandmother's yard. She said his name is Daniel, does house and yard work for her since my grandfather passed last spring. Before she walks out the door she tells me, "I'm running to the grocery store and don't you try nothin', Lucille. I mean it, that boy is engaged to be married this fall and his fiance is a nice girl. You might even get along with her." I doubt that. She leaves and I hear the soft pur of her little car as she backs out of the driveway and heads off to run her errands. A nice girl, huh? Wonder what she looks like. I bet it's nothing compared to my curves, full lips, and long raven hair. Everything, but my pin straight dark hair, is a gift passed from my grandmother and my mama. God rest her soul. Daddy gifted me his beautiful hair and keen eye. I can spot anything about anyone with just a glance. Most call it unsettling, I call it a God send. Saves me the time and worry of having long conversations and getting my feelings hurt. And what my eyes are telling me as I watch this stranger mow my grandmother's lawn is he doesn't like good girls. He's much too rough with that easy push mower. He's frustrated and not with that lawn tool. Without a thought I rush upstairs and tear through my closet, dropping my robe. I don't think I'll wear a bra today, it's much too hot and my breasts are perfectly full and plump. No need for nothin' to hold em up for me. Some precious cotton panties and a white satin dress with lace trimming will do just fine. Before I leave my room I put on mascara to make my lashes more definited and smudge a bit of red lipstick on my cute pout. Just enough to emphasize it, no need for full color when your lips are already as pink as mine. One last thing and I'm out the door, fastening my mama's locket around my neck. In the kitchen I make quick work of fixing Daniel a nice ham sandwich and pour him a large glass of grandma's lemon and honey iced tea and I'm out the back door. I watch him in the garden now as I approach, pulling weeds. He's tall, tanned and gorgeous. My favorite kind. His muscles are easily seen as they move, working to clean out my grandmother's tulip bed. I feel a shiver down my spine and a familiar quiver between my thighs. Oh man, what those muscles could do to my small frame. I almost moan just thinking about it, instead I clear my throat and he looks up at me with gorgeous baby blue eyes. Pushing dirty blonde curls off his forehead he says, "yes, ma'am?" I wrinkle my nose, "don't call me ma'am. We're the same age." He chuckles, it's a deep honeysuckle kind of sound that's sweet and wraps around you. "Just tryna be polite. Is this for me?" He eyes the sandwich and cup in my hands. "Yes, it is. Grandma says you've been out here all morning and since it's lunch time I figure you must be starved." I smile and hold the food out for him to take. As he retrieves the food, I catch his eyes start to roam. For a second there's a flicker of desire, but he shakes his head and smiles. "Thank you so much, my fiance usually brings me lunch. I'm not sure why she's so late and hasn't called yet... she's out shopping with her mom, I know that much. Maybe they lost track of time." He takes a huge bite out of the sandwich and a large gulp of the tea. "Maybe," I say." Woman are always caught up in trivial things like dresses and shoes. That must have skipped me somehow." He laughs at that and I can't help but miss the sound as soon as it's gone. "So," I huff. Kneeling down next to him. "Need a hand?" His eyes become guarded, suspicious. "You sure about that, miss? You wouldn't wanna get that pretty dress dirty." As he mentions it, his eyes roam once more. "I like getting dirty," I state as I pull a large weed from the tulip bed. As he eats and drinks his tea, I continue pulling weeds. Every time I lean over to grab a weed, I make sure to lean just enough that my breasts just nearly spill out the top of the dress and arch my back so it shows the smallest amount of my ass. The dress is rather low cut and short, so much leaning or arching isn't required. All the while, he watches me. Slowly chewing his food and gulping his tea, his eyes never leave my body. "You're making easier work of them weeds than I was." He finally chuckles. "I've done this every summer since I could grip anything in my hand." I tell him, glancing over my shoulder. I see he's done with his sandwich and his glass is empty. "Was that enough for you, or would you like another?" Without hesitation he answers, "if it ain't too much trouble another would be great." I slowly stand up and take the dishes so he can push himself off the ground. I begin to walk toward the house, but stop and turn around. "Why don't you come inside a moment and cool off? It's dreadfully warm out here." For a moment he thinks to himself and then nods and follows me up the back porch and into the kitchen. "Just have a seat there and I'll clean up and make you another. Would you like anything else with it? Or maybe something added to the sandwich?" "No, thank you, miss." He says with a smile, taking a seat at the small dining table. "Lucille," I tell him and he nods. After washing my hands I quickly make his sandwich and pour him more tea. "There ya go," I place the food in front of him and turn around to fix myself something to eat. "Peanut butter and jelly, huh?" He smirks. "It's a perfectly acceptable sandwich," I retort. For a moment we eat silently, but I find myself curious about this handsome man. "How come I've never seen you before? I've come here nearly every summer since I was a baby and I don't recall ever meeting you." He takes a long sip of his tea and sighs. "Well, I'm not new in town or nothin'. I was home schooled and didn't get out until I went to college." "Is that where you met your fiance?" I ask, taking a bite of my sandwich. At this, his eyes light up. He's in love. "Yep. She's as gorgeous now as she was then. I met her my second year. Miss Daisy Lochlen." This name rings a bell. I know her from the church my grandmother used to bring me to when I was a girl. She was blonde, obsessed with flowers, beautiful voice. She was sweeter than sugar back then and we had gotten along alright. We were never close though, only church friends. I remember befriending her on account of her voice when she'd sing, it was like nothing my tiny ears had ever heard and together we sounded like angels. Or that's what the preacher and my grandmother would say. I shake free of memory lane before things become unpleasant. "Daisy," I muse. "Will she be picking you up? I'd love to see how she filled out. Still singing?" He beams, "absolutely. Best in the choir and the best in Memphis. Assuming she doesn't forget me completely, yeah. She should be picking me up. You know her?" I take a small sip of my tea. He watches my every move. "I did, we were church friends. We used to sing together." "So, you can sing to?" His eyes flicker with desire again. A fan of pretty voices, are we? "Not nearly as pretty as Daisy, but yes." "You mind if I put you on the spot and ask you to sing something." He smiles a sweet smile. A smile that says it gets what it wants. "Maybe some other time, when I'm not sweating and covered in garden dirt." He smirks, "I thought you liked being dirty." I laugh, "I said I liked getting dirty. Not being dirty." "So, what about you? Woman as pretty as you gotta have a man behind ya." He sips his tea, eyeing me over the glass. "There are many," I drawl with a sly grin. "Oh, that so? Not the settling down type?" He asks with a raised brow. How is he so gorgeous? "I wouldn't say that... just... haven't met anyone who's been able to tame me." I take a slow bite of my sandwich and look at him through my lashes. I see him bite the inside of his cheek, a dark look in his eye. Most likely thinking about ways to tame me in my grandmother's kitchen. That sparks a memory. The last time I saw Daisy, we'd been 14 and a boy was eyeing her while she braided my hair. We talked about it and she was all giggles saying no man would so much as hold her hand before marriage. She was determined to be a good Christian wife. "So," I draw out the word and walk our dishes to the sink. Beginning to wash them, Daniel follows me and picks up the dish towel laying on the counter. "Quite the helper, aren't we?" He laughs. "If a woman is kind enough to make you a meal and wash up after, the least a man can do is dry the dishes and put them away for her." "Mm," I hum. "Daisy still set on being the proper Christian wife?" I hand him a cup and laugh while he chokes at my question. "Excuse me?" He shoots back with furrowed brows. Defensive. "When we were girls she said she'd never so much as let a boy hold her hand before marriage." I explain, holding out a plate as he puts the cup I gave him earlier in the cupboard. "Oh, um... Well, I'm not sure about that." He chuckles. "We've held hands plenty." "Is that all?" I flip my hair over my shoulder, getting it out of my way. "Ain't this personal? What about you? Aren't you waiting for marriage?" He presses. Memories flash through my head, not all of them pleasant. "I never really got a choice." I all but spit at him bitterly, shoving another plate into his hands. I can see sympathy welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. I take a deep breath and sigh. "It's fine, it was a long time ago. But no, I'm not set on that. Never really was. Despite my past, I quite enjoy sex." He chokes again and I laugh. "Sorry if that was too forward." Clearing his throat, he shrugs. "No, that's fine. Nothin' wrong with that. Sometimes I wish Daisy felt that same, but she makes up for it." His eyes cloud over and a sly smirk paints his face. I hand him the last dish and fake gasp, "no way. Daisy? Performing s****l favors to make up for not wanting to give up her virginity?" I laugh. Daniel laughs too, "yeah.. well. It was her idea. She says it's the least she can do so I don't run off on her. Not that I would, she's heaven sent." I slap him on his broad chest and say, "well, aren't you sweeter than apple pie." I trail my hand from his chest down his stomach and turn around. "If you need anything I'll be in the shower cleaning of this dirt. Just knock and yell through. I shouldn't be long. Feel free to rest some more or whatever ya want. I can finish the garden later tonight when the weather cools down." Before he can answer I saunter off toward the bathroom, keeping the door cracked and lift my dress over my head. The delicate material is covered in dirt and so are my knees and feet. After sliding my panties off, I turn on the water and slowly step under. As I do so I feel eyes on me. Sneaking a glance through the cracked door I spy Daniel sitting on an armchair in the living room. It has a perfect view into the bathroom. Either he doesn't care that I've caught him or he hasn't noticed. Assuming he hasn't, I turn to face him with my eyes closed. He now has a full clear view of my entire naked body as water cascades over it. I begin to hum and run my hands through my hair, then slowly move down my neck, to my breasts, and gently caress them. I tilt my head down and open my eyes, admiring myself. I watch myself move my hands around my body and hear the door swing wide open. My head shoots up and there's Daniel, huffing and puffing like he's just run a marathon. His shirt is gone and he's unbuckling his pants. I watch as he undresses, while he watches me still slowly moving my hands to caress my soft skin. Moving between my thighs, I suck in a breath at how sensitive I am just watching this man get naked before me. He growls and stalks toward me, pushing me against the wall as he steps into the shower and closes the curtain behind him. "W-what about Daisy?" I fake innocence, looking up at him through my lashes. "She won't know," he growls. His eyes are full of lust and desire as his eyes rake across my body. "O-ok..." I whisper, tilting my head up to fully look at him. With the water raining down on him he looks even more delicious than before, making me bite my lip. This makes him growl and I moan at the sound. With enough force to nearly take his head off his shoulders, I yank his face to mine and crash our lips together. He immediately moans into my mouth and lifts me so that my thighs wrap around his waist. He pushes me against the wall harder as I open my mouth to him, deeping the kiss. Our tongues slide and dance against each other. I moan as he uses one hand to cup my breast and pinch my hard n****e, he groans against my mouth and pulls away. We stare at each other for a moment, heaving breaths. He looks down at my chest and licks his kiss bruised lips. "Taste me," I whisper. Biting down on my lip. "What?" He looks shocked that I'd say something so dirty. I grin and lick my lips, "I said.." leaning forward and nipping his earlobe, making him shudder. "Taste me." I flick my tongue against his earlobe. With a lust filled groan he dips his head into the crook of my neck and kisses there. The kisses turn into biting and biting turns into sucking. I'm putty in his large hands and I can't stop the moans that escape my lips. He feels like nothing I've ever felt before. He moves his head from my neck and trails kisses and bites down to my breasts. Kissing, sucking, and biting my n*****s. Making me arch my back and grind myself against his hard d**k. He groans and sets me down. At first I'm confused, but then he drops to his knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders. "Press against the wall, use me as a brace. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall." And with that he dips his head between my thighs and places a gentle kiss against my soaking core. It's like electricity and I arch my back and press myself against his mouth, moaning as I do so. He groans into me and swipes his tongue against my throbbing c**t. Once, twice, three times. Then he makes slow circles around it before flicking his tongue up and down, slowly building up speed. With a fist full of his hair and the other kneading my own breast, I rock against him. Moaning and panting. Without realizing I moan, "more. I want more." He moans in response and looks up at me. I watch him pull his blissful mouth off of my p***y and whine. He grins, "you're soaking me more than this shower head, baby." I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan. "And you taste sweeter than your grandmother's iced tea." He swipes his tongue against my slit and moans. Leaning back a bit, he brings his hand up and rubs slow circles on my c**t. "You like that?" He asks, his voice deeper than usual and dripping with lust. "Yes, you feel amazing." I say grinding myself against his hand. He growls and moves his finger lower, pausing at my entrance. "Do you want me to put my finger inside you?" He lightly runs his finger along my soaking core. "Mm," I moan. "Yes, yes." He smiles, adding a little more pressure. "Say please, baby." I bite my lip and grind against him, making him groan. "Please, baby. Please put your finger inside me." Soon after I said the words, he slammed his finger inside me and began swirling it around my soaked walls. I scream at the pleasure and feel his tongue flick against my c**t again. Over and over, up and down, swirling around. His mouth was skilled, he'd done this before. I doubt with Daisy... so he'd had someone, or many, before her. Probably during his first year. All the while his mouth worked magic against my swollen bud, his finger pumped in and out of me. Faster and faster as I got more wet and clamped around him harder. I was on the brink of ecstasy when he suddenly stopped. He pulls away from me and puts my legs down. I wobbled, trying to gain my balance while he shut the water off. When I was about to ask what the hell his problem was he shushed me. Tapping his ear. I stand still and listen. Just outside I could hear a car door open and that was all either of us needed before we scrambled out of the shower. He hurriedly put on his clothes while I scooped mine up and jetted up stairs. Slamming my bedroom door, I rush to find clothes. Without looking I grab panties and rip a yellow sundress off a hanger and slip them on. After quickly putting my hair into a bun and wiping off my face I carefully walk downstairs. My grandmother is in the kitchen setting bags down. Looking around I didn't see Daniel anywhere. "Need help?" I ask my grandmother. "Oh, dear. I didn't think you were home it was so quiet when I walked in. Yes, please. There's plenty more bags in the car." She then walked out back and I heard her yell, "hey, boy! Why don't you take a break and come carry some groceries in!" So he'd run straight out the back door, huh? I laugh to myself. "What's so funny?" My grandma asks, following close behind me as I walk to her car to unload it. "Nothin'" I mutter, grabbing as many bags as I can and carrying them into the house.